alone in this house again tonight
i've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
i'm just drunk enoughto let go of my pain
to hell with my prideto let it fall like rain
from my eyes
tonight i wanna cry
the last night,
after tonight...
as i've said. it either marks the end to emo posts, or the start to a few hundred mil.
why would i choose gg all emo and sad over joy?
if i chose that, i have my reasons.
not selfish reasons. reasons for the goodwill of both parties.
i dont know...
honest, is this the answer i want? is this the answer i would actually tell you tmr?
or will i see another in the last minute?
i wish i can sleep till tomorrow.
waiting is a chore.
so feared..
yet with the result, estacy.
i've seen the change in you.
it's the will of the heavens, live with it.
maybe, it was just you all along.
just that it didnt surface.
just that you've been too strong for it to fight and appear.
dont, show yourself.
you've been yourself i believe.
certain areas, i'm just too insensitive...
didnt think for you. selfish?
didnt know how it was affecting you...
didnt even know it affected you.
i was lost in my world.
all seem so wrong now..
so disastrous.
i cant even remember...
how'd we get this close?
why did i add you?
how did i get it?
how did i know you?
and, how did the TERM come about?
that i rmb. HEH.
well, do you?
does it even hold some importance to you?
we seem so close.
yet i believe, i dont know you as well as another does.
i'm sorry but i cant help feeling that way.
that's maybe what affects me.
what's keeping us from ending it is just the term we share.
it's robotic. we say hold on without meaning.
we say hold on, just for materialistic value.
we say hold on, not because we cherish, but because...
we were once close and thus the word close between us is there...
and we know each other through that word.
no special value actually exists.
and to end, may simply seem weird, but yet, the awkwardness will soon vanish.
do you dare deny that the happy times we share is less than those you share with others?
do you dare deny that the happy times we share... is so scarce?
do you dare deny that the happy times we share is countable? maybe, so difficult to remember?
still, i believe in pursuing my own joy.
i believe in seeking... adventuring...
i believe that memories can be created.
it's scarce, so let's make them aplenty.
you willing?
that's my answer.
DANCED- 8:28 PM